"No! Please don't hurt me!" Cameron cringed in the minotaur's vise-like grasp. A dark stain spread over his loins, and the unmistakable odor of urine filled the air.
Brian regarded the terrified brute with a mixture of amazement and disgust. "You are so violent and cruel to those who are smaller and weaker than you are. Now you piss yourself when you come against someone stronger? You wanted to rape me. Why should I give you mercy?"
"Please, oh please!" Cameron started sobbing. "I can't stand being hurt! No pain!"
As much as the man revolted Brian, an idea suddenly came to mind. "No pain. How about pleasure and piss? I will give you those instead of pain."
Cameron looked confused, but seized on the possibility of not being beaten or hurt. "Yes! Yes! Anything!"
Brian twisted his muzzle into a hard smile. "I could turn you into my cock, but I want nothing to do with you. So instead, I will put you on the receiving end."
The brute's eyes widened. "Wait! No, I don't want to be a cow!"
The Minotaur held Cameron up in the air with one massively muscled arm and strode out of the room, and out of the building. No one challenged or questioned him, even though Cameron screamed and shouted and twisted helplessly. It seemed that his cruelty was now reaping its own reward.
Times here being what they were, it was easy to find a field of cows nearby. Cameron still struggled uselessly. "Not a cow, not a cow!"
"No, not a cow." Brian moved behind one of the beasts. A few of the cattle looked and sniffed curiously, but as a minotaur he was close enough to a bull to be accepted. "That would be too good for you." He lowered Cameron and pressed him hard against the cow's rump. The ring on his finger glowed fiercely, and then faded. Brian let the brute go and stepped back.
Cameron looked around. wild-eyed, and realizing he was no longer being held, tried to bolt for the fence. But his legs splayed out from under him - he was stuck to the cow! Bewildered, he felt for some kind of rope or strap, but his fingers found only unbroken flesh. His guts twisted, and heat spread over his body. "What are you doing to..." His words became a spray of thick yellowish liquid. Sputtering, he tried to spit out the vile taste. Then he gasped as his body sagged suddenly, becoming a limp bag of organs and muscle. His bones were gone!
Brian watched calmly as the obscene looking fleshy sack began to draw up to the cow's rump. "You will have pleasure any time a bull mounts this cow. And piss every time it relieves itself. That is the function of a bovine cunt. And that is what you will spend the rest of your life as. Blind, deaf, dumb, aware of nothing but the rush of blood, the flow of urine, the intense pleasure of mating. And when this animal dies, you will die with it, just another scrap body part to be fed to the dogs. But until then, you will remain fully aware, fully conscious."
A gurgling scream came from the shrinking mass, but it ended as vocal chords were absorbed and Cameron's lips stretched and darkened into the heavy black and pink folds of a cow's sex. The animal shook her rump and bellowed as the last traces of the cruel brute faded.
Brian nodded in satisfaction and rubbed the ring. In moments, he was an elf again. Then he blinked and ran back for the building. A naked elf!